"If you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a few minutes"

Mark Twain

Acting is not about being famous, it's about exploring the human soul.

Annette Bening

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love. ~Henry Drummond


One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. ~Helen Keller


There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is.~ Albert Einstein

“We clasp the hands of those that go before us, And the hands of those who come after us. We enter the little circle of each other's arms And the larger circle of lovers, Whose hands are joined in a dance, And the larger circle of all creatures, Passing in and out of life, Who move also in a dance, To a music so subtle and vast that no ear hears it Except in fragments” ~Wendell Berr

Never, never, never, never give up.- Winston Churchil

Champions are not measured or remembered by how much they succeded, but rather on how much they tried.- Carli Baca

In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.- Martin Luther King Jr.

"In life, you always get what you ask for and it rarely comes in the package you think it’s supposed to come in." -Kurek Ashley

"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
~ Marcel Proust

Ceez - 10 Ways of Looking at a Raindrop
 

"Clouds are the best story tellers.
They spill makeshift metaphors in the wind.
We call them raindrops."


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People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.- Ann Landers

Truth can only be known through silence.- Ryan Martinie


I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile. The circle around me would be much smaller, but what does that matter as long as they're sincere?- The Diary of Anne Frank

POEMA 18

Aquí te amo.
En los oscuros pinos se desenreda el viento.
Fosforece la luna sobre las aguas errantes.
Andan días iguales persiguiéndose.

Se desciñe la niebla en danzantes figuras.
Una gaviota de plata se descuelga del ocaso.
A veces una vela. Altas, altas estrellas.

O la cruz negra de un barco.
Solo.
A veces amanezco, y hasta mi alma está húmeda.
Suena, resuena el mar lejano.
Este es un puerto.
Aquí te amo.

Aquí te amo y en vano te oculta el horizonte.
Te estoy amando aún entre estas frías cosas.
A veces van mis besos en esos barcos graves,
que corren por el mar hacia donde no llegan.

Ya me veo olvidado como estas viejas anclas.
Son más tristes los muelles cuando atraca la tarde.
Se fatiga mi vida inútilmente hambrienta.
Amo lo que no tengo. Estás tú tan distante.

Mi hastío forcejea con los lentos crepúsculos.
Pero la noche llega y comienza a cantarme.
La luna hace girar su rodaje de sueño.

Me miran con tus ojos las estrellas más grandes.
Y como yo te amo, los pinos en el viento, quieren cantar tu nombre con sus hojas de alambre. ~

http://www.poesi.as/firma0pn.gif Pablo Neruda, 1924

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
~Norman Cousins

THIS is why Pablo Neruda continues to be my favorite poet. It was because of him I learned Spanish 30 years ago. I wanted to be able to read his incredible words in HIS language. Not mine.

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“All little girls should be told they are pretty, even if they aren't.”
― Marilyn Monroe